First Mate’s Log, June 11, 2016
As the First Mate of the good ship Argo
One of my many duties is the health
And welfare of my Captain.
As a human he has little ability
To live in the now.
Not so with me.
As a dog living in the now is all.
I see him time and again looking at
He studies his hands at length,
Me, I lick my paws but do not seek
Is he looking for something in them?
Do they hold a key?
I think he is lost
At times he seems but a shell to me
Hiding a wandering only he knows.
If he is troubled perhaps, like me,
He should take up licking.
I know some interesting places
Providing some very decent solace.
Submitted June 11, 2016 by Tasha II